The sound of my heels pounding rapidly resonated over the marble floor as I approached the meeting room. The following day arrived in such a short amount of time.
Under my arm was a thick folder that held a number of estimates and statistics relevant to the new deal that we were aiming to close, which was named Smith's contract.
As the participants stepped into their positions, the air was filled with the hum of voices. Melanie, Tyler's secretary, and Tyler himself.
At that point, Tyler had already taken his place at the head of the table, his gaze fixated on the documents that were in front of him.
I removed myself from his line of sight and sat down to his left. Since I had caught him with Julie, we had not communicated with each other. Nothing at all.
There was no denying the
